Good to see that the madness is still there in sports camp. I like to see them wild and mad but it doesn't mean that I am one of them. I prefer to watch and observe on the sides. One of the groups were on enough to dress up as cabaret dancers. Even the guys were wearing tubes, stockings and those fluffy neon skirts. I knew they were there because I was peeing at the urinal pit beside 2 of them.
Seems like every table had a bottle of vodka. Ours was vodka mandarin and I was some hope that it might change my opinion of vodka. After the first shot, my hopes were dashed. Think I will only fall in love with it if it was a real bottle of orange juice. I didn't ration my drinks too well last night and was stoned before I realised it. I barely remembered much of my talk last night or the names of the new programmers I just met. Everything felt dreamy and exaggerated.
I did remember talking to this programmer, telling her I don't know who she is.
she: actually I read your blog.
me: huh? What makes you want to read about my stuff?
she: because you write factual stuff
me: *too stoned to process those words* nvm. cheers.
I was a little on the ball yesterday, finding reasons to toast with people. That is so not me because I am always finding reason to avoid toasting the first place. Once I hit my limit, Colin Two takes over and I am out of control. At least I managed to eat till the end of the dinner including the dessert.
Was really wasted yesterday. Biggest mistake was not drinking enough liquids to neutralise the alcohol. I had more neat shots of vodka than tea. That is asking for trouble. I managed to stay alive and joined those who survived for supper at the hawker beside le meridien. I was still alive but I knew I drank more than I should. Took the night rider bus with Alfie and Jingru but I got off at Guillemard area cos I needed to throw up. Cabbed back in the end. I crashed onto bed the moment I got back, socks were still on.
Woke up this morning with my head spinning. It was fished up. It has been so long since I had a serious hangover. I couldn't go to work today and luckily Hakim was able to help look after the shop within such short notice. Spent the day at home getting some rest and helping dad to pack the store room.
It was fun last night meeting up with the seniors and some of the new programmers. All was good except for the drinking part.
Pictures:
The ball at Le Meridien with the theme "Shanghai Nights".



The shot glasses.


Programmers getting wasted.


Mabel's puke looked like soggy cornflakes in milo. It was gross.


Back in the hotel room.

Some of the survivors, Jingru, Cui Mei, Adrian and myself.

This was what my puke was made up of.


















































